Stop Unconsciously Seducing Me!
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July 24, 2005—It was previously titled (before this edit), Why Do I Feel These Things Towards You? but it was a long title and I'm satisfied with this new one much—much—more.
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Warnings/Notes: Seto/Yami. Angst/Romance/Humor.
Disclaimer: I claim that I do not claim Yuugiou. Yuugiou © 1996 Takahashi Kazuki.
(first person POV)
Okay, I'm pissed.
How did the usually calm spirit get so fired up? Because of a certain CEO, of course.
I pushed myself up off the floor and took a deep breath to restrain myself again the smug arse. Glaring daggers at said person, my crimson eyes darkened and only two words made itself known in my current state of mind (insane?): 'Kill' and 'him', followed by a mental exclamation mark. I clenched my pen tightly in my hand, which was dangerously close to breaking in half, mind you, and threw said object at him, which Kaiba easily dodged by tilting his head to the side.
My eye twitched in annoyance before I stuffed my notebook into my book bag.
"What? Is the King of Games embarrassed?" he asked in a taunting voice. I wanted to rip that smirk right off his face once I turned around and saw it. I stepped forward and glared once again into his blue eyes. Said blue eyes pierced my flaming crimson and I felt the coldness of his eyes freeze my flames. My face was inches apart from his, and I found it quite interesting when he glanced to the side briefly—a sign of uneasiness, perhaps?
Now it was my turn to smirk—which, I guess, bewildered him as his smirk faded and his expression was replaced by a look of attempted coldness.
"And what is so damn funny to you?" he asked, each word dripping with despise.
I replied with a mere chuckle, eliciting a low and frustrated growl from his throat.
I decided to let him know what amused me so much. "You," and that was it. The bell rang, signaling that the classes were finally over for the day, and while I turned on my heels to head out to the Game Shop, I grabbed my book bag before firmly kicking the classroom door open, turning my head around with a glint of mirth in my eyes, I took off with a swift step. Faintly, I could still feel his eyes boring through my back with an intense gaze (glare?), which caused my body to briefly tense, as if I was nervous. Confused about my body's reaction to his attention, I simply shrugged it off as a trivial occurrence. Yet, once I stepped off school grounds, I pondered about the event that had transpired in the classroom.
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(flashback)
(third person POV)
It was 4th period (Writing Class) for our former Pharaoh, and after the class was assigned to write an original fictional story, he grabbed a notebook from his book bag and went over to his desk quietly. Said desk was shoved into the classroom's most secluded corner, and Yami guessed that the reason in why he liked the desk so much.
He sat backwards on his seat, a leg on each side while his back rested against the wall's corner and the backrest of the chair faced his chest. He squirmed a bit in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to write in. Once done, he flipped page by page in his notebook until he found a nice, clean lined one.
He was considering what he was going to start his story off with, but when he couldn't think of one, a deep sigh escaped his lips in displeasure before he finally admitted to the victory of Writer's Block.
He stared at his blank piece of paper, just… waiting. "Maybe something'll just—appear. Yeah, not likely," he muttered tediously.
Because Yami was so preoccupied with staring at his untouched paper (maybe to find inspiration in it's lightly blue inked lines?), he was oblivious to the figure hovering above his own bent one, whilst casting a tall shadow to descend over his desk area.
"Yami."
Startled at the sudden break-through of his staring concentration, Yami jumped and fell out of his chair—face first—onto the carpeted floor. The person who had frightened said 3000+16 year old pharaoh, hovered above him, smirking (once again) while carrying dancing, mirthful blue eyes.
Rolling onto his back, Yami got up on his elbows and glared—hard. "Kaiba."
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To be continued...
Umm... strange? Yes, well, there's a bit of humor for you. -sheepish grin-
Started typing this FF at 2/22/04 2:29 pm
Finished typing this chapter at 2/22/04 4:45 pm
Posted this FF at 2/22/04 4:50 pm
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July 24, 2005—
I edited the whole chapter, and I'm on my way to edit all my other fictions as well as the other chapters to this FF as well. -sweatdrop- I had no idea my punctuation and grammar was so… poor, back then. –light chuckle-
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Harika Huynh